Page 60 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
I follow him silently into the hallway where Craig and some other guy are waiting for us.
“Callie, this is José. He’s?—”
“Your security?”
“Got the look, right?”
I shrug. “I mean, he’s built like a brick building. No offense, José.”
José smiles. “None taken, Miss James.”
“Well, it’s Callie, or I will take offense,” I say in jest, and his smile grows.
“Apologies, Callie.”
“Quit flirting with Torren’sgirlfriend, José,” Jonah cuts in. “You know what a possessive dick he can be.”
The statement piques my interest, but when I glance up at Jonah, that ghost of a smirk is still on his face. Then he stuns me further when he drops his arm over my shoulder. The gesture feels so familiar that I wait with bated breath for him to point it out. To say anything that alludes to our first encounter in the desert. When he doesn’t, I let myself relax a little.
“Was that a joke?” I ask, forcing bravado into my tone as Jonah leads me out of the elevator and into the lobby.
Jonah shrugs. “Was it?”
I shrug back, glancing around at the people watching us in the lobby.
“Must have been. Ifmy boyfriendwas so possessive, you probably wouldn’t have your arm around me in front of so many people.”
His lips break into a full grin then. A smile that nearly knocks me on my ass. And when he looks down at me, there’s mischief in his eyes that makes my stomach flip over itself. It makes sense now. A smile from Jonah Hendrix is intoxicating. No wonder he keeps it hidden from the world.
“I’m the only exception. Torren doesn’t mind sharing with me.”
My eyes widen and my breath stops as his words sink in. Thankfully, we stop at the valet because I’m suddenly too unstable to stay upright in these heels. Jonah opens the back door of the black SUV, then laughs when he sees the shocked look on my face. I wait for him to walk it back, to say he was just kidding, but he doesn’t. Instead, he takes my hand and helps me into the car before shutting the door and rounding the front to climb in on the other side.
We ride to the stadium in silence, the replay of his last statement echoing in my ears.
Sharing.
Torren doesn’t mindsharingwith me.
Does he mean they pass girls between them, or does he mean...they...together...?
I close my eyes and rest my head on the window. I try to think of anything else, but images of Torren and Jonah tag-teaming somefaceless groupie keep invading my mind, and I’m dizzy from the jumbled way it makes me feel.
Am I appalled? Am I turned on?
Or worse.
Am Ijealous?
The thought makes me want to laugh out loud. Am I jealous of the faceless groupie in the imaginary scenario I’ve created? For fuck’s sake, I think I might be.
Jonah’s hand comes down on my knee in a gentle, comforting touch. He pats twice before removing his hand and speaking to me as if he didn’t just disrupt my equilibrium by suggesting that he and Torren might share women.
“Enjoy the show.”
Then he’s climbing out of the car at the same time that my door is swinging open. I take Craig’s offered hand and hop out, then he leads me past some shouting fans and through a pair of double doors into a long, empty hallway. There’s no one in front of or behind us, and I turn a questioning glance toward my security detail.
“Where’d Jonah go?”
